Falling In love was never in my plan. Until
one day I just realized that I love her too much. Love does not appear with any
warning signs. You fall into it as if pushed from a high diving board. No time
to think about what’s happening. It’s inevitable. An event you can’t control. A
crazy, heart-stopping, roller-coaster ride that just has to take its course.
(Unknown)
For me love was just
to have someone by my side to introduce as my girlfriend before others. Taking
her for shopping and dates, making out in hostel room and fighting over her
friendship with other boys.
No desire of getting
married I was in a relationship with her like many others in our class. She was
a beautiful girl and the only daughter of a rich father, getting everything she
wanted in a pinch of finger. Our life was going well till the date when one of
my friend informed me that she was in a pub with another guy. Anger climbed to
my brain not because of possessiveness but as my prestige was in stack.
Igniting the bullet I drove towards the pub. Blood was running hot making my
veins visible through pumped body. The bouncers standing near the door were
looking minion before my figure. My friend knew I was going to create a mess
but still directed his finger to a corner where she was kissing with a guy on a
sofa.
In one hand I separate
her from the guy and pushed back making her fall hard on the floor. And started
stamping punches on the guy’s face. He was not much strong to resist my steroid
addicted body and in few minutes throwing his senseless body on the sofa I turned
to my girl. She was trembling with fear and her face had already become pale. I
saw blood coming from her forehead due to the fall but that didn’t stopped the
anger burning inside me. I kept slapping her till blood come out from her mouth
and mark of my finger imprinted hard on her face. She kept asking for excuse
but I didn’t stopped. When my ego got satisfied I pulled her out of the pub
while whole crowd kept looking with no one had the guts to stop me. The manager
asked the bouncers not to come on my way because he already knew my temper and
sometimes took favor from me.
Making her sit on the
bike I took her to my room and threw her on the floor. She was crying appealing
for mercy but I pulled out my belt and kept thrashing her until her dress
started tear. She was half out of her sense unable to speak a single word and
when I saw her bosoms reveling out of the tattered dress I removed her cloth
making her white skin visible.
She was trying to hide
her womanliness but spreading her leg I started getting inside her making her
moan in the pain. I had turned into a true evil raping the girl with force whom
once I was calling my love. For the whole night under the influence of drugs
and alcohol I kept violating her body till my exhausted body fell on the ground
with no strength to stand.
Next morning my sleep
broke with a knock on my door. When I opened my eyes she was not there. I
opened the gate asking who was it but someone pulled me out with my collar just
get a punch on his belly. I was about to give one more but stopped seeing the
uniform. Three constable drag me inside the jeep and took me to the polish
station. The same guy from the bar last night was sitting with the inspector
with his face covered in bandage. When he turned to me I showed him a middle
finger.
The polish charged me
hard with their sticks for two days till my friends arranged for my bail.
Getting out I slept inside my room without talking with anyone. After a week
when the marks got lighter I went to collage to meet her and for a patch up
like I did every time after a fight. But that time I had crossed my limit. I
didn’t knew that she was admitted to hospital for injuries on her body of that
night. When I approached her she said,” never ever show your face to me
otherwise it will not take me a second to put a rape and attempt to murder
charge on you.”
I didn’t love her from
truly but still her ward pierced in to my heart. In anger I turned my bike in
the direction of GB road the infamous red light area of Delhi. For me to forget
her was I just to sleep with someone else.
Entering into a house
I put a bundle of thousand in the hand of the pimp and asked her for the best girl.
She asked me to follow and took me to a small room. Pointing to the door she
said,” jao babu, nayi nayi jabani me ladki ayihe. Jitna maje lena he lelo (the
girl has just reached her puberty enjoy as much as you can).”
In the dim light of
the room I saw the face of a girl in the mirror barely at her sixteen. Seeing
me inside horror spread over her face but removing her blouse and pulling up
the sari she lied on the bed. When I climbed over her and started getting
inside she closed her eyes and tears dropped from her eyes in pain. After finishing
I put a hundred rupees note between her breast and left.
After few days I
returned again asking for her. This time I was drunk and banging her like a
pillow and turning her tears in to cry in a few minutes I over her. When my
eyes open I was laying on her bed while she was sprinkling water over my face.
For a moment I felt shame on me but then asked her,” what happened to me?”
She said,” you got
unconscious after you have finished.so I put you on my bed and started sprinkling
water to bring you to sense.”
I saw an unknown
darkness covering her face a sadness that not allowing the rosy lips to smile.
Giving her a 500 rupees note I left. For next few night I was not able to
sleep. Whenever I tried to close my eyes her sad face floated crying for help.
To get my answer I went to her but when she started removing her blouse I asked
her to stop and sit near me.
She was confused by my
behaviour. No one who ever came to her had ever asked that type of question.
Being a prostitute she knew how to sell her body but not wards. She never felt
shy while taking someone inside her body but sitting with a stranger and
talking was the hardest thing she had ever done.
To make her
comfortable I asked,” what’s your name?”
After a small silence
she opened her mouth,” my name was Abhisarika before I came here.”
I asked,” what they
call you here?”
She said,” We don’t
have names here. They call us by our room numbers.”
My curiosity was
increasing. I asked,” can you tell me how you came here? Where are your
parents? Did they never tried to find you?”
Listening to my
question tear rolled from her eyes. After a long pause she started narrating
her story,”
It was 2015 when I promoted to my class 10th. My parents
were working hard to give me a good education. We were happy together but that
was not bearable by god and in the earth quack when I went outside to attain
the call of nature the roof fell over them. My parents my house were gone. I
cried for three days without food and water waiting for the rescue team to come
and bring their body out.
After their funeral I
had no place to hide my head or a plate to eat. At that time one of my relative
uncle asked me to come with him to Delhi where he promised to put in an orphans
where I could get food and shelter. But he lied everything. After staying at a
hotel and having dinner I never saw him again. When my eyes open I was here.
The madam told me, I was sold to her and I had to stay here for the rest of my
life earing for her by selling my body. I had tried to get away from here but
with no luck. They beat and raped me several times until I broke up.
Remembering the horror I can’t even imagine of put a step outside this room.
For me this is my prison where I had to sleep with anyone who ever comes in. My
body is not mine it’s a doll of the market which anyone can play with by paying
the amount.”
Taking a deep breath
she wiped tear from her face. I was not able to believe her story. Such horror
could happen with a small girl was out of my imagination. My eyes became wet
and about to break the dam of my eye lashes when madam knocked saying,” Viagra
lia he kya! Itna time kya laga raheho nikal ne me (Are you on Viagra! Why it’s
taking so long).”
Giving the girl a five
hundred note I was about to leave when she said,” I can’t take this money, you
have done nothing with me.”
I replied back,” who
said? I talked to you.” And left.
Coming back home I
thought about her all night. How she would be feeling being chained inside the
dark room sleeping with ever other guy who came there. With no desire of seeing
the outside world again how she would be spending her days.
Form the next day I
kept going there sitting with her for hours talking about different things.
Trying to make her laugh. With time we became close and she started sharing her
pain with me about how drunken bastards sometime bite her bosoms and pinch cigarettes
on her stomach. How an angry men once beat her and banged her head on the wall
making her bleed but after taking pain killer she had to attain other costumers
all the day. Her stories some time brought tears in my eyes which she wiped
with her hand saying that her destiny was never going to change and I didn’t
need to feel bad about her.
Spending time with her
was doing a chemical change inside my brain and heart. I was trying to become a
better person, asking excuse for my mistake and feeling restless when I was not
able to talk to her. Her feelings had slowly started engulfing my heart writing
her name in every corner.
One day I brought a
small mobile from a shop while going to her and gave asking to keep with her.
She was scared because if her madam would know she would be beaten. But when I
convinced nothing would happen she hide that inside her trunk. That day I
taught her how to use that and saved my number for her to call me.
Coming back to my room
I waited for her call to come but the fear that she would get beaten if caught
was running in my mind too. I didn’t sleep in night looking at my mobile
burning one after another smoke. And at last at 2.30am my phone rang and her
sweet voice floated into my ear from the receiver. We talked till 5.00am when a
customer knocked her door. She hung up in a sad voice thinking of the next few
minutes with an unknown man.
After talking over
phone for months one day I asked her,” Do you want to see the real Delhi?”
She said in a hopeless
voice,” Yes, but it’s not possible. Madam will not agree.”
I said,” you don’t
worry I will take care of that.” And she nodded.
The next day I went to
her Madam and told her we had a party and we need a girl at our room. She was
not ready but when I put 10000 hard cash on her hand she smiled and asked to
choose the girl. I told her the room number and informed her the time to get
her ready.
In the evening I came
to pick her. Madam brought her instructing to make everyone happy so she could
get more customer. Her head was down, she was not looking at me till she sat on
my bike and we left the place behind.
I took her to a
parlour for a makeover. While she kept looking around the big mirrors I asked
the girl in the parlour to give their best treatments to her and after 2 hours
she was looking like a glamour queen. Looking herself in the mirror she was
touched her face to feel. Than we went to the mall for the purchase of dress.
She got confused seeing the huge collation of dress and when I asked to choose
what she want she said she had no money to pay. Looking at her eye I told her
not to worry about the cost and just to take what she wanted. After finishing
her shopping I drove her around the city showing her all the places.
After finishing dinner
at a restaurant I drove her to my room where we sat silently for few minutes.
She said,” it is the
best day of my life. I have never enjoyed this much. Even I had lost all my
hopes of coming out of the den but you came like an angel and fulfilled my
wish.” And she kissed on my lips. She started unzipping her dress saying,” this
is all I can give you.”
Tear came out from my
eyes and closing her zip I hugged her. I said,” I want you for ever to be mine.
I don’t want anyone ever touch you again. I don’t want your soul to die each
day because I love you. I want to see your smiling face every day. I want to
see you woke me up every morning with your sweet voice.”
She kept looking at my
face while I was speaking and broke up into tears when I finished.
She said,” This can’t
happen. We both are from different part of the society and the society you came
from is never going to accept me. You deserve someone better than me. An
untouched girl not a whore like me who sleeps with everyone for money.”
I replied,” it’s not
your fault that someone put you in this hell. You never wanted this. Than why
you are blaming yourself. Today I am promising you I will make your wings free
from the chain of GB road.”
Hugging for some time
I drop her back saying I would came to her only when I would be able to give
freedom from all her pain.
From the next day I
started going to NGOs and women councils to get her out of the dungeon even
tried to contact the police to help her. And after all my hard work they agreed
and a NGO with some police officers raided the place and rescued her. I
enrolled her in a well know orphanage so she could be safe for next one year
till we get married.
After 3 years we are
living a happy life at a place where no one knows about her past life far away
from Delhi which showed her all the misery of life. She is going to collage
everyday with smiling face and fulfilling all the wishes that I asked her that
day. She had complete left her past behind and enjoying every small things
happening in our life.
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